Snow Days

Snow days were the best days,
abandoned sense of time, 
nothing to worry about, 
except getting to the sledding hill, 
and then lighting the fireplace back home. 

Suspension of reality, 
all cares gone away, 
except for the puddles left by the snow boots abandoned right inside the front door. 

Snow days were the best days, 
even though they ended so quickly, 
becoming memories, 
whose reality evaporated, 
like the fireplace fire over night, 
of the puddles just inside the front door. 

Setting sun, 
moonshine forest, 
frozen, icy footprints, 
temporary memorial,
tothe best of days. 

T. S. Deary 
P.A.F.M. 
11/27 - 11/28/2025